Magic Fingers

“Ooh, look at your fingers, Jake,” Suzie said. “They’re full of warts. Have you been kissing any frogs lately?”

“You mean other than you, Suzie?” Jake laughed. “Besides, kissing a frog is not a prerequisite for warts.”

“Well, when I kissed a frog a few years back,” Suzie said, “I was hoping it would turn into a handsome prince, but all I got was a warty husband.” Suzie said. She reached out and grabbed Jake’s right hand. “Seriously, Jake, it’s not funny. I don’t know what’s causing those warts, but you should see a doctor. My friend Lizzy went to a dermatologist about her psoriasis. Whatever he did cleared it all up and now she worships him.”

Jake pulled his hand away. “I’m not going to see a doctor,” he said. “I just have a few growths on my fingers is all. Don’t blow this all out of proportion, Suzie.”

“A few ugly growths might be indicative of some kind of fungus or viral infection,” Suzie said. “You don’t want those magic fingers of yours to fall right off your hands, do you?”

“Okay, fine,” Jake said. “Give me the name of that dermatologist and I’ll call first thing Monday morning.”

“Good for you, Jake. You’ve earned a tip of my cap.”

“And you, Suzie, have earned some very special attention from my magic fingers, warts and all.”

Written for these daily prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (prerequisite), Word of the Day Challenge (warty), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (worship), The Daily Spur (growth), Ragtag Daily Prompt (blow), and MMA Storytime (cap).

Squeeze Play


“This is the last time I am going to do this,” Betsy said. She squeezed the pimple on his back and the pus oozed out. She dabbed it with a tissue.

“But I can’t reach them,” Martin whined. “They’re on my back.”

“You need to go see a dermatologist. This ooze is grossing me out.”

“I’m not going to the doctor,” Martin insisted. “I can’t afford it. Besides, you know you love it. You volunteered to do it in the first place.”

“Yeah, that was when you had that one isolated zit,” Betsy said. “But now you’re getting them all over your back and I just can’t do this anymore.”

“What do you mean you can’t do this anymore?” Martin asked.

“Either you go to the dermatologist and get this treated properly or you’ll just have to live with zits on your back,” Betsy said.

“You’re a freakin’ nurse, for crissake.” Martin said. “This is nothing compared to the crap you have to deal with at the hospital.”

“True, but when my shift is over I don’t want to have to come home and deal with your gross back acne,” Betsy said.

“You can be such a bitch,” Martin  said angrily.

“Okay, fine,” Betsy said. “Oh look, here’s another one. It’s a big one. Let me take care of this for you, Sweetie.”

Martin screamed out in pain as the knife plunged deep into his back.

Written for today’s one-word daily prompt, “ooze.”